Dark and unyielding the river glides
Conveying souls unto the other side
A black-clothed ship of damnation
Sail upon the winds of lamentation

In cadence of the dirge
Centuries of sorrow will purge
Merely to encounter one's nemesis
Enshrouded in mysteries
Endure the torture of emptiness
Stretching on forever

Pass over Acheron to the unseen land
And subsequently adhere to death's command

There falls an influence
Numinous as well as profound
As the final epitaph resound
Legends from ancient lore
Foreshadow a desolate windswept shore
Where mortals neither speak nor stroll
Hence abandoned beyond control

Exiled from the world of the living
Dead embark on the final crossing
To enter the nether region
World of the deceased, oblivion